The whole day has passed and I still feel numb.
Well, I've been busy - maybe that's the reason. But every Facebook notification makes me think someone else is going to re-ask me the same question: how are you feeling?
The same question I haven't been able to answer for the last couple of weeks.
It's been exactly 52 days since I applied for my visa. That's a really nice development, being that people usually wait much longer to have their visas granted.
All in all, it's a roller coaster of mixed emotions: happiness, excitement, fear, panic, hope, anger, lack of patience and, in conclusion, madness. I wouldn't know whether the worse part is gathering all the papers or waiting for the whole thing to be processed.
I'm both relieved and aware of the consequences I'm being brought in front of. How I make it depends solely on moi. And that's scary!
Other than moving to another continent, it's a whole new environment, a brand new culture and a completely solitary world. Well, at least in the beginning.
I've been asked how I'll cope with being alone. There's no real answer. I'm guessing it all depends on how one deals with it.
My personal opinion is that I won't even have time to think about it. Once you get to a new place, there's so much to do, so many things to sort and so many working hours to cover. Especially since I'll need to collect tons of overtime if I want a decent vacation next year.
So, I'm getting on with it - with the packing, the planning, the googling, the check-mark-putting, with dealing with stuff, with daydreaming, with not sleeping, with chanting as we speak...
But I'll go grab a couple of beers first.
Well, I've been busy - maybe that's the reason. But every Facebook notification makes me think someone else is going to re-ask me the same question: how are you feeling?
The same question I haven't been able to answer for the last couple of weeks.
It's been exactly 52 days since I applied for my visa. That's a really nice development, being that people usually wait much longer to have their visas granted.
All in all, it's a roller coaster of mixed emotions: happiness, excitement, fear, panic, hope, anger, lack of patience and, in conclusion, madness. I wouldn't know whether the worse part is gathering all the papers or waiting for the whole thing to be processed.
I'm both relieved and aware of the consequences I'm being brought in front of. How I make it depends solely on moi. And that's scary!
Other than moving to another continent, it's a whole new environment, a brand new culture and a completely solitary world. Well, at least in the beginning.
I've been asked how I'll cope with being alone. There's no real answer. I'm guessing it all depends on how one deals with it.
My personal opinion is that I won't even have time to think about it. Once you get to a new place, there's so much to do, so many things to sort and so many working hours to cover. Especially since I'll need to collect tons of overtime if I want a decent vacation next year.
So, I'm getting on with it - with the packing, the planning, the googling, the check-mark-putting, with dealing with stuff, with daydreaming, with not sleeping, with chanting as we speak...
But I'll go grab a couple of beers first.
Udahni mir, izdahni nemir i udarnicki naprijed! Ne daj se! :)
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